They wax you first, pluck each remaining hair,
to make you smoother than when you were born.
The air-brushed oiled wet slick pink cunts of porn
are not more naked. Once they’ve stripped you bare

a little glue goes on. It feels quite cold.
One crystal, then another. The design
will take a while. You may as well resign
yourself to lying still as you were told

as a red rose emerges, or a heart
with snakes entwining it. The jewels will flash
and dazzle as you dance. And if a rash
follows, put lotion on the itching part

and pick off all the crystals in the shower.
This is the way we celebrate our power.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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10 Responses to

  1. rozkaveney says:

    I aim to – well, not please exactly. Surprise and delight?

  2. Anonymous says:

    Well it certainly does rather push outward the frontiers of sonnet usage, whilst remaining solidly within the traditional format. Pushing out the frontiers of art is always regarded as high praise, but I must say that Blitzkrieg is what comes to mind here!


    • rozkaveney says:

      One of the joys of strict formalism is that I can just go ahead and be journalistic about the world we are living in rather than spend so much time agonizing over meta-formal considerations and letting stuff pass uncommented upon because of the difficulty of finding an avant-garde decorum.

      And there has always been a tradition of sonnets which address these matters…though not in English so much. That over-rated snob Burgess wrote one of his better books about Belli, the bawdy Italian sonneteer.

  3. tsubaki_ny says:

    This definitely speaks to my feelings on the matter. God, I need a new job industry everything… 😉

  4. delirieuse says:

    God, yes.

    I’ve been loving these sonnets you write.

  5. buhfly says:

    This made my morning.

  6. ideealisme says:

    A passing stranger stops to cheer. Brilliant.

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